Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
61. Bad Moon Rising
Grimli warily eyed Gene as he returned...he didn't like the look of
the tray in the mans hands or the determined glint in his eyes.
Eisanna watched curiously as Gene casually sat on the ground and
lifted the slaves scrotum. There was nothing sexual in his
manipulation of the tender orbs..he could have been handling the balls
of a bull or horse instead of a mans. A closer examination of the head
of his cock was made and then dropped as Gene turned to the tray
beside him. Grimli strained against the bonds holding him, as it
dawned on him what Gene was about to do. Taking a bowl of alcohol Gene
began to clean the area, insuring that there was no grime left, then
again washed it with surgical soap, finally finishing with a scrubbing
of betadine. Grimli rained curses upon the man as his balls were
lifted and the tightly corded muscle of the perineal joining was
found. Gene fitted a 10 gauge ring into a pigging plier and set it
down, then asked Eisanna to hold the sack out of the way for him as he
reached for a pair of punch pliers soaking in a bowl of sterilizing
solution. Grimli bellowed as the punch pierced a hole behind the cord,
his thighs shaking and muscles corded in pain. Gene did not hesitate
but quickly threaded the ring through the holes and pigged them shut.
Picking up the smaller punch, he spread open the gland of the urethra
and quickly fitted a ring into it. There was less pain to either of
the pierces than Grimli had expected...it was more the indignity and
lack of say that he had in it, than anything. Trembling, he took slow
breaths trying to calm down. He figured that Gene was finished with
him....he was wrong. Gene knew what the slave was thinking...this
wasn't so bad...it would not control him. But he still had a trick up
his sleeve that he knew the slave would not be prepared for. Gene
looked down on the tray and located the thick strip of metal laying
there. About 2 inches thick and 4 inches long it was curved to meet in
an oblong circle, three small thick D rings decorated the back and a
little off center of the front. Picking it up he gripped and stretched
Grimlis balls out as far as they would go. He needed to thin the neck
of the scrotum as far as he could, satisfied at last he slide the open
end of the flat ring over the neck of the scrotum and smoothed out the
flesh...he did not want to catch a fold of skin when the ring was
closed. Finally it was set and he squeezed it shut. The band moved
smoothly together, the edges meeting firmly...there was nothing left
but the sealing of it. A padlock took care of that quickly enough.
Closing a ring through the D rings, the Guiche and Prince Albert each,
Gene sat back to look at his handiwork. Grimli looked down the heavy
band uncomfortable and a familiar pain in his balls reminded him of
the vise EisAnna had used on him. Slowly the horror of what had been
done to him dawned on the man...his cock rested locked to his
balls...any erection was going to be torment...but worse he could see
his balls stretched and feel the weight pulling against cock and
perineal cords, The scrotum so tightly held that the tender orbs
glistened, outlined in the thinned flesh. They could be easily reached
and tormented, worse...unless it was at his Miss' bidding, erections
were going to cause immense pain. They left his to contemplate what he
had brought on himself, as he stood in the hot sun. The mares had been
trotting around the track for a while now...and Gene knew they needed
a rest and then it was on to work training them.
Merci was too tired, and too dizzy to protest of fight as she was led
from the wheel and back to the lake. Gratefully she washed down and
followed her owner back to the tent. Even now she could taste and
smell the shaving cream that had coated her body, flopped into her
mouth and flecked her eyelids all day. Worse were the fly
bites...attracted by the sweat and scented cream, they had spent the
day nipping tender flesh...walking on her defenseless body. She
flopped on the sleeping furs as soon as she entered the tent, her body
limp as she tried to rest. Skruffy looked down at her...rest was not
in the agenda yet. "Up WENCH!!! We have guests coming for supper...get
some made." Merci opened one bloodshot eye...he had guests
coming...let him fix his own damned supper...she wasn't moving." She
closed her eye again and concentrated on trying to think the ache from
her joints. Skruffy grinned and reaching for a short whip, POPPED
heron the butt, drawing a yelp of pain from the girl. "UP NOW!" Merci
contemplated taking the beating and not moving and then second thought
about it...she would get whipped and have to do the work in pain, or
she could just get supper started and maybe he would allow her to
rest. Groaning she pulled herself from the furs and opened the
cooler...potatoes, beef, carrots, onions...hmmm...enough here to make
a stew. She searched for the pot and water, then dragged them out to
the fire pit. Damn!!! gonna have to make a fire first. She set about
gathering the kindling and setting them, Once the fire began to burn
she slowly fed it wood until it was going well enough to cook on.
Merci could hear the fair winding down for the evening, smell the cook
fires going and the laughter of men drinking and wenching for the
evening. As the pot steamed she added the meat and vegetables and
covered the pot to boil. Her eyes reflected the firelight as the sun
began to sink. Skruffy watched her from within the tent as he set up
for tonight. He had something special planned and a very special guest
coming. This was going to be a very, very interesting night.
Lizette and Wildrose fell to a walk as the pacer was slowed, each step
was harder than the last to take. Sweat already poured down their
bodies, and the flies had found them. with their hands strapped behind
them all they could do was stamp and bear the insidious teasing tickle
of the flies as they walk on them, accompanied by sharp bites. The
pacer was stopped opposite where Gene and Eisanna stood waiting. The
two trainers walked over to the waiting pony girls and unhitched
them...their hands stroking the soft glistening skin. Wildrose looked
over to where Grimli stood bound. His bellow of pain and rage had
reached them even on the far side of the track. Seeing the state the
slave was in Wildrose resolved to be extra obedient and not to anger
her Mistress or Gene. Both lizette and wildrose were surprised when
they were led off the track and hosed down, the cooling water
streaming down their thirsty flesh...even more surprised when the
trainers started to remove the harness and bridles. What was going on?
Lizette most of all was confused and frightened...it was the first
time that she had been without so much as one piece of harness since
she had come into Genes' possession. Neither girl spoke but looked at
their owners curiously. "Come" Gene turned and led the way to the lawn
and gestured for the girls to sit. This was something they could do
happily....both of them dropping to the ground under a spreading oak
tree. God this feels almost decadent....their tired leg muscles
twitched as they rested. Gene had made sure to place them well with
insight of Grimli as he and Eisanna began to pet and stroke the girls
who had worked out so hard that morning. It was not long before either
pony began to respond enthusiastically and were treated to making love
to their owners in the soft grass....Grimli watched...with envy.
Lovelyldy trembled softly as LAGuardian removed the harness from her
body. He was an unknown, what would he want from her, what service
would he demand, she had spent the last month or so acting as a pony
for EvilKath, but it had been her owners choice as to how she served
her. Now. she faced a man...someone who just by looking at her, made
her feel soft and vulnerable inside. His fingers ran lightly over the
whip marks still livid from the race. A soft gasp escaped her lips as
the fire in the welts blazed under the touch. She became acutely aware
of the growing wetness between her legs...and then blushed as she
realized that he was just as aware...his eyes seeming to see through
her. LA was satisfied...this one would do. responsive, accepting of
the pain, definitely trainable to his tastes. He was pleased with the
gentle curves of the female before him...the fullness of hips and
breasts complimented by the narrow hour glass waist. Though the girl
had not yet spoken he knew that her voice would match her
beauty...soft and musical. Gathering up the harness...La led the girl
to his room...she would need a bit of care before her training
began......
DebiJean slept alongside the spent girl...both had needed a nap.
Freeing chia from the sensory depravation, she had quieted the girls
sobs and laid with her...content to stroke her pet. She awoke to the
quiet of the house, her eyes taking in the darkness. Sighing she stood
up and looked down at the slave sleeping peacefully...she would not
wake her, but check on chuck instead. Stretching she moved from the
room to see to her recovering slave. Chuck barely stirred as his
Mistress opened the door. Even in the moonlight DebiJean could see
that he was not doing well...his flesh was pale save for two bright
red spots on his cheeks. DebiJean moved over to the bed quickly,
turning on a soft light. Fumbling at the nightstand she grabbed the
ear thermometer and took a quick reading...105.4..this was not good.
What could she do...Mary was not home and she was not a skilled or
trained nurse. Cooling him off first...that would be best. DebiJean
rose and ran down to the kitchen, loading a trash bag with ice, she
carried it back up stairs. It wasn't much, but it was a start. She
found a basin and dumped some of the ice into it, wrapping the rest in
the plastic bag inside a towel and placed it against the feverish
slave. filling the basin with water and alcohol from the bathroom she
began to bathe him down. her eyes filled with concern as she fought to
bring the fever down...hopefully Mary would be home soon.
Karen hung limp in the frame, her head drooping as a trickle of cum
escaped her mouth. She had already spent the day in pain and torment,
now the night was passing the same way. Harry had pulled the molds of
her cunt and ass from her carefully, not to prevent any pain to
her...he didn't care about that, but instead to preserve them. He
would take more molds at other points in her life with the
Foxfires...these first ones would allow him to modify a few toys for
their pleasure and her use. He needed more measurements and looked to
the Foxfires, Helena and Jerry to facilitate them. They were more than
happy to oblige. Mary decided she wanted to see her slave squirm and
scream in pain. She searched the lab for all of the hemostats that she
could find. With the girls cunt wide open, she had a perfect site for
placement. Grabbing a stool she sat between the girls legs, probing
deep into the open flesh and clamping the hemostats one at a time
inside her. Karen could not believe the pain, her lungs shrieked her
pain as she struggled to escape. Regretfully Mary looked at the
scissor ends of the clamps jutting from the girls cunt...she could not
fit even one more of the slender tools inside. Sighing she set about
working on ringing the inner labia. Harry bounced around ecstatic...he
had already gone through one box of tape and was mounting
another...the readings would keep him busy for months...his pen made
notations on the paper....the type of torture and the number and type
of device recorded as the reading changed. Helena could not wait any
longer, her thighs were slick with her own juices as she watched the
girl writhen the frame. Helena searched the cabinets until she found
what she was looking for...the new Novo pen hypodermic
points...perfect!!!!!! Gathering up the box, she moved over to the
girl and studied the playing field. Popping all 100 points clear of
the wrap, she set them up on the table beside her. Helena had an
artistic streak...though her media was flesh and pain rather that
acrylic or oil. She began to trace the girls shoulder blades and spine
with the points , sinking each fully into the muscles of the girls
back. Sensory overload took Karen into the blissful peace of
unconsciousness. Her body hanging limp. "Hold IT!!! Hold It
everybody...she's out cold!!! I 'm barely getting any
readings....DAMN!" Harry looked around unhappily.....like any
scientist..he seem to feel that the subject was doing this to him on
purpose. Helena looked up..."so fix it you silly little man." She
turned back to her handiwork and looked at it critically. "Hmmm needs
something...ahh...Harry you have any birthday candles?"
"Hmm...uh...what...uh..try the secretaries desk...think we had a
birthday here last week, she keeps track of that stuff...hmm whose was
it...oh!! yes...MINE!" The little man grabbed a couple of ammonia
capsules and snapped them under the girls nose. Tom contributed his
bit...giving the girl a warm drink and wet face to wake up to. Helena
searched the desk and laughed....there was an entire box of colorful
spiraled birthday candles and a Polaroid camera...she wondered if the
girl had ever seen herself in torment. Snatching up both items she
hurried back to the suspended slave. She carefully forced a candle
into each of the needle caps, sliding it over the protruding back
point meant to pierce the insulin vial. When she was finished the
undulating pained back resembled an Ariel view of a city
road...Carefully she lit the candles...the soft moans of patinas the
wax slowly melted and filled the caps then spilled over on to the
flesh made Helena lick her lips. Mary to had finished, the flavescent
flesh could barely be seen through the gleaming metal of the
hemostats. She had only griped the flesh and not the meat so the metal
shifted and trembled with every movement. A thin trickle of urine
escaped the girls cunt and dripped to the floor. Tom turned off the
lights as Helena focused the camera on the girl. The soft lights of
the candles shed a halo of pain over the girls back and bounced in
twinkling glints off the metal hemostats. Karen hung in pain as the
cameras flash captured her beauty and suffering.
